Poison
Your mouth was like poison
leaving a painful absence when it left
It made everything so much smaller,
because I didn't want to see big things without you.
Your skin was part of mine,
your heart was effected when I cried
you bled, I bled
I hurt, you hurt
I'd rather turn to dust
then be in a world without you.
Because i know that all that comes with you is natural to me
and with every breath
I wait an hour for your poison to stay comfortably numb on my lips
and to forget the resting envy
because i'd rather be in pain then be without your soul lying next to mine
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